Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Gong,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.